THE SOUND OF MOMENTS

Disclaimer: The Sound of Music and its characters and the situations in which they find themselves belong to 20th Century Fox (and, I suppose, the von Trapp family themselves!). No infringement is intended, and I make no money from this bit of idiocy! I had no intentions of EVER writing a SoM fic ... and plan to never write another! LOL ... That said, I hope you enjoy these moments I thought really SHOULD have been in the movie for all romance-lovers!

Maria triumphantly finished her song, holding the curtains about her body defiantly. If the Captain wouldn't give her material for the children's play clothes, she would simply use these curtains which she had been told were to be replaced! Then she stared open-mouthed at Captain von Trapp himself, back in her bedroom! The curtains dropped from her suddenly nerveless fingers, and she felt oddly breathless and very, very vulnerable. After all, what did she know about this man ... other than that he seemed to think discipline was the answer to everything?

"I knocked," Georg said, almost defensively, walking further into her room, the door closing softly behind him. "I just ..."

At that moment, lightning lit the room brilliantly, outlining Maria's body with its firm, high breasts, trim waist, and long, slim legs. He forgot what he was going to say as his eyes roamed over her. Although he knew it was impossible through the cotton flannel of her nightgown, he would swear he could see the outline of her body. A vision of lying between her slender thighs with those delectable long legs wrapped around him rose sharply in Georg's mind, causing him to catch his breath in shock as hot desire raced through him for the first time since his wife's death.

The thunder that came at that moment seemed in answer to his thoughts, the initial crack sounding so loudly that it was as though a cannon had exploded right beside them. Not even thinking, Maria sprang towards him. His arms opened to receive her and he held her close through the continuous crashes and rumbles, feeling the softness of her breasts pressed tightly against his chest and the heat of her body all down his as she almost burrowed into him. Again shock shot through his system when he felt the unaccustomed urge to caress her, to make love to her so thoroughly that she was no longer afraid of the storm, not to mention him. No! He couldn't do this! She was young, innocent, here as governess to his children AND going to be a nun! He didn't even KNOW her, nor could he EVER 'know' her! Nevertheless, he could not release her. Not yet.

"Oh, Reverend Captain, I'm so sorry, I ..." When the thunder finally died away, Maria raised her head apologetically, although her hands still clutched the back of his jacket tightly. Meeting his smoldering gaze, her voice died away. In the next heartbeat, she experienced a wild tremor of fear along her spine, unlike any fear she had ever known. There was danger here, but it was a danger that thrilled and fascinated her. A tiny fist seemed to tighten deep inside her and the blood roared in her temples. She forced herself to look down, away from his piercing, searching look. Yet she was still achingly aware of the body pressed to hers that molded her to him without effort. For one crazy moment, she had had the feeling he was going to kiss her! Never before had she had to battle such conflicting emotions ... wanting him to kiss her, knowing he must not, ashamed of her very thoughts.

Georg stared down at the woman who stood so close he could feel her heartbeat inside his own chest. His glance dropped to her parted lips, and he saw the way her lips trembled as his gaze burned over them. Oh yes, she could feel his kiss as surely as if they were already sharing it! He felt scalded by the heat, as if he had already pressed his mouth to hers. Her lashes were lowered, veiling her look. Suddenly they swept up and he was staring into her eyes, beautiful blue eyes that revealed her confusion.

Then her door crashed open and all seven children were back in her room, the little ones crying, the older ones staring at them as Georg thrust Maria out of his arms and strode out the door, not saying a word to anyone.

O o O o O o

How could this be happening to him? He had been gone for a few weeks, he had come back with the woman he fully intended to marry ... and now he had been broadsided by his unwanted feelings for his children's governess! As she had stood before him, dripping lake water from every part of her body, he had found it almost impossible not to be aroused by her charms. Furious with himself, he had lashed out at her for daring to criticize him. Then, after catching her watching him with his children, he had gone after her and actually apologized, adding that he wanted her to stay ... that he was ASKING her to stay ...

After she had said she would, if it would help, he had turned away and headed back to the room where his children were waiting with the woman he was supposedly courting before he had given into the mad impulse that had almost overcome him ... the urge to run up the stairs after her like a lovestruck schoolboy and touch the youthful body he could see pressing against the wet material that clung like a second skin. Youthful. She was so ... so damned young! Not to mention, of course, that she was his children's governess, and was going to be a NUN! Sternly telling his body and mind to behave, he had made his escape.

Meanwhile, Maria stood on the stairs, disbelieving for a moment, then she clasped her hands together. Oh, he was going to get closer to his children! Putting her trembling down to a bit of excitement and to the chill from the water, and dismissing the glimpse of hunger she had thought she had seen in his eyes as mere fantasy on her part, Maria ran on up the stairs, full of plans for the future.

O o O o O o

The night of the grand party, Maria hurried to her room, her cheeks still burning. The Captain had said he would wait supper until she changed ... but she knew she had nothing appropriate to wear, and she was most reluctant to attend the lavish party as Herr Detweiler's dinner partner. She would FAR rather remain closeted in her room and pray for forgiveness for her sinful thoughts about her employer. It was only now that she permitted herself to recall again the moments earlier that evening when she had danced the Laendler with Captain von Trapp.

His eyes had never left hers, much to her discomfort. For a moment she had lost herself in the joy of dancing, but all too soon she had been more aware of him than she should have been. The material of his gloves had seemed non-existent as his fingers had caressed hers behind her back and had smoothed over her lower back suggestively at the end when they were poised, staring into each other's eyes. The hunger and desire that had flashed into his expression were unmistakable, even to a very naive young woman. Maria had backed away, blushing furiously, confused by the messages she was receiving. Surely she had misunderstood the look in his eyes! If not, then ... had he read the longing in her OWN heart?

Trying not to think of the many and varied feelings that had swept through her during her dance with the Captain, she began to change, only to grip protectively to her chest the dress she had just begun to lower when a knock came at the door and Baroness Schraeder stepped into her room.

O o O o O o

Seeing Elsa following Fraulein Maria up the stairs, and curious as to what she was planning to say to the governess, Georg excused himself and hurried upstairs. Feeling guilty at trying to eavesdrop, and angry at himself for feeling that way, Georg stepped into the shadows and kept out of Elsa's sight when she came out of the fraulein's room with a satisfied, almost smug smile on her face. Frowning and wondering what had been said, he waited only until Elsa was gone before he slipped into Fraulein Maria's room, to find her leaning on her bed, her head down and her eyes closed. "Fraulein Maria?"

Startled, she jumped back. "Captain!" Her eyes were wide and horrified. The Baroness' words had torn away the veil Maria had flung over her innermost feelings. She had not faced them fully and truthfully before. Now, thanks to the Baroness, she was vulnerable. Now she knew that Captain von Trapp had the power to move her. The formal touch of his hand was no more than a touch to him, but now she was forced to acknowledge that to her it meant everything. The sense of his body nearby could catch her breath, and a look in his eyes could set her skin to tingling. She was alarmingly sensitive to him, yet even now she struggled not to show it to him.

Georg couldn't help but wonder what Elsa had just been saying to her that had caused Elsa's satisfaction and Fraulein Maria's present distress. Then he realized the lovely fraulein was in her undergarments. Knowing he should not, but unable to resist the lure of her beauty, he stepped closer. "You are beautiful ..."

Maria realized her state of undress at the same time, but now he was between her and the dresses on her bed. She swallowed hard, the pulse at the base of her throat beating wildly. She kept her eyes down resolutely. The Baroness had said that the Captain could easily see her love for him in her eyes. Although Maria still questioned that she LOVED him, she knew she felt SOMETHING for him, and she had no wish whatsoever for him to see that on her face. It was unbearable to think that he could know exactly how she felt, perhaps more than she did herself, and unconscionable that he could act upon that knowledge!

Then she felt a gentle touch on her throat. Her eyes flew to his and she saw the blaze of passion that both frightened and intrigued her. He had stripped off his gloves and was even now smoothing his thumb over the erratic pulse in her neck. Trembling violently, Maria tried to shake her head and say something, but his fingers gently touched her lips in an unspoken plea for silence. Then she was fully in his arms and in the next moment, he covered her mouth with his in a searing kiss.

For a split second, Maria was acquiescent as her blood roared in her ears and a sudden weakness rushed over her body, leaving her trembling and faint. She tried to sort out the sensations and make sense of them, but she couldn't think. She could only feel ... and it felt so wonderful ... Everything seemed to whirl about her and that point of contact. A shuddering response swept through her, and instinctively she pressed closer to him even as her mind flinched in alarm.

The intensity of the kiss caught him by surprise. His lips moved intimately over hers as he savoured her taste. "I've been hungry for this ... open for me, Maria," he murmured, running his tongue over her lips. "Let me taste your sweetness ..."

"Oh, but ..." she tried to say. His tongue invaded her mouth, and suddenly she was lost, swept out on a storm of feeling she couldn't control. His hands held her gently but implacably and, innocent as she was, Maria was left in no doubt as to his desire for her as he deepened the kiss and pressed her against his arousal. The hardness of his body against hers was an exquisite torment. Her legs were wobbly as she tried to understand the mysterious ache in her lower limbs, the swollen and sensitive feel to her breasts against the linen of her chemise and the burning longing to have him touch her everywhere in an attempt to ease the tension growing inside.

Then she felt a pressure at her back and realized she was pinned between the wardrobe door and him. She was moving on a wave of sensation and was hardly aware of anything except the hot pulses of feeling coursing through her as she felt the warm bulge in his groin cause a flooding between her legs even through the thickness of their clothes. As he continued to ravish her lips slowly and thoroughly, Maria could not stop her hands from sliding upward until they were entwined around his neck. His strong hands moved down her sides, molding her to his length, making her body yearn for more of his fiery touches.

Almost holding her breath, she arched into him, willing his hand to move the scant few inches from her waist to the breast that was aching for his touch even as she inwardly gaped in astonishment at her desires. Electric shocks ran through her and she moaned her approval of his kisses, feeling the tension growing almost unbearably. He rocked her against him, his hands never moving from her waist, and despite her horror at herself, Maria had never experienced such delight. She shuddered and gripped him, trying to get closer still, dazed by the fires burning through her body to all the untouched places deep within. He pressed his thighs against her one more time, their bodies aligned perfectly for him to put pressure very, very close to where she needed his touch the most. Her fingers dug into his neck and her body arched impossibly closer, caught up in a need stronger than any she had ever experienced before. Then she cried aloud helplessly, ecstatically, triumphantly, the sound muffled by his mouth on hers, when her body exploded into a shuddering pleasure that overwhelmed her.

At that, the Captain jerked back, his own eyes wide in disbelief at his actions. For a moment his eyes burned into hers, seeing no fear in the dazed blue, but rather a mixture of surprise, pleasure and the beginning of desire mingled with shame. Shocked and disgusted at his behaviour, he willed his body to subside. Fraulein Maria was panting softly, her body still trembling violently from the force of emotions which had so recently flooded through it. What had he done? What had he been thinking? He had NOT been thinking! That was the problem!

"I must get back to Elsa ... to my guests," the Captain said abruptly, surprised at the huskiness of his voice. "I expect you would rather be excused, Fraulein Maria. We will not wait supper for you." He turned, hesitated, then faced her again, overcome with shame. How could he have done this to a young woman he ... he cared about, and who was under his protection? Protection! What protection had HE been? He had to say something ... but what could he say? At last he muttered stiffly, "I must apologize for my behaviour." Then he was gone, leaving a soul-bruised and heart-battered woman staring silently after him with haunted eyes, fingers covering her kiss-swollen lips.

O o O o O o

Maria huddled in her narrow cot at the abbey, refusing to eat, refusing to talk, spending her time in prayer. How had this happened? What had she done in the past to cause this wickedness to rise up in her NOW? If she were to believe the Baroness, and there was no reason on earth NOT to believe the rich widow, it had been her own folly that had caused Captain von Trapp to stray from his intended fiancée. She moaned faintly, then slid to her knees again in an agony of contrition as she prayed fervently for the memories to fade, and for forgiveness for her weakness.

She refused to see the von Trapp children when told they were at the abbey asking for her, and that night she awoke from a shameful dream, her body shuddering from the pleasure of the Captain's touch once more. She had been dreaming that HIS hands had gone beneath her nightgown, that HIS hands had caressed her to a completion that nonetheless left her feeling bereft. As she lay sprawled on her bed, flushed and only partially sated with her release and not sure what she was lacking, hot tears seeped out from under her tightly closed eyelids. How could she bear to continue living like this? She sighed and slipped to the floor once more, her hands folded in prayer, trying to ignore the sinful tremors of wanton desire still shooting through her body.

The next morning, Reverend Mother sent for her. Although the Mother Abbess guessed almost immediately a portion of what had happened to Maria at the von Trapp Villa by her few broken words, Maria couldn't tell the older woman all that had transpired that last night with Captain von Trapp. She was much too confused, ashamed and shocked at herself. She also made no mention of the dream she had had the previous night. She could only pray that the older nun understood the uncertainty, the confusion, and the longing in her heart ... and it seemed that her prayer was answered.

Although it filled her heart with dread, Maria felt a bit of hope when she was ordered back to the von Trapp villa. Reverend Mother had said that the love of a man and a woman was holy, too! Perhaps ... just perhaps ... but Maria wouldn't allow herself to put the fragile hope into words in case it was destroyed. After all, there was still the Baroness to consider. However, today was Maria's birthday. Surely she would be granted her one wish above all wishes! She set off from the abbey once more, ready to face her destiny, ready to find her dream.

O o O o O o

Meanwhile, after he had ... run away from Maria, as he ruefully acknowledged to himself, Georg had hurried back downstairs to the party he was supposed to be hosting, trying to forget the feelings which had so recently and violently coursed through him. He had spoken to a number of people before gathering his courage and approaching Elsa once more. The rest of the evening had passed in a blur.

The next morning he had been given Maria's letter. Inexplicably hurt by the fact that she had run away from him, yet acknowledging his culpability in having kissed her, having seduced her to such passion and thereby scared her off, Georg resolved to forget his inappropriate feelings for his children's governess. He thanked God he had come to his senses in time that night and not ravished and ruined the young woman, then redoubled his efforts to fall in love with Elsa. She was the most suitable person to be his bride, after all. Surely he would be able to forget the innocent passion of the young postulant! He sincerely hoped that Fraulein Maria had found her own peace as well. She did not deserve to have her life in the abbey ruined by his animalistic tendencies. Shaking off the wondrous memory of her lips responding wildly to his kisses, her slender body fluid and so responsive in his arms, he tried to concentrate on the Baroness and forget the beautiful, vivacious young fraulein.

"Elsa," he said quietly yet firmly one night not long afterwards, "do you think that we should ...?"

He never finished his question and never actually heard her answer, but the result was immediate. He was engaged to be married to Baroness Schraeder.

THE END

(to be continued by someone else, OR by the movie itself! lol)